C1809 I'il Make You Regret It

What Zhan Bingchuan said was like a sharp knife falling from the sky and landing on the softest part of Cui's heart.

Blood splattered everywhere, the pain was indescribable.

His face, which was filled with anticipation a moment ago, was now deathly pale. His hand gripped the doorframe tightly. His fingernails were broken and there were traces of blood on them